Teacher's Sweet Virgin Bribe
Kristen had a naughty new story percolating in her perverted mind she was eager to write.
Ms. Salazar, a young teacher at Kristen's college, had an infamous crush on Mr. Stone. The older, married teacher was quite the hunk. More than a few girls had fantasies about the confident man. Ms. Salazar's was so obvious. As the home ec club's adviser, she was always sharing with him the sweets and treats she baked with her girls.
And that was where Kristen's dirty mind burst with an idea. Such a wicked one that she was so eager to write down in her special journal. She opened it up and uncapped her pen. She drew in a deep breath, savoring that moment before plunging into a new story.
Her pen wrote.
* * *
Ms. Rosalita Salazar
Larry Stone always had to pass by the home ec lab--that was how the college saw the kitchen as a science lab--on his way out. Which meant I always had something delicious to share with him that my girls and I whipped up.
Today, we had made cherry tarts. Home-made pie crust with homemade cherry filling and frosting drizzled across the top. These could be served for dessert at a Michelin three-star restaurant.
Okay, maybe a one-star which was still a fantastic place to eat.
"Hey, Larry," I said as he came up. He was a handsome man with brown hair, a fade buzzed onto the sides of his head. He had that square-jaw of a soldier or a lineman. He was still fit in his thirties. A man with skill and confidence.
The gold wedding band on his right hand just made him more attractive. If a woman could put up with him to marry him, then he must be worth something. My pussy clenched as I knew I had to be hotter than his wife.
I was twenty-five with flawless, golden-brown skin. I had an ass. A nice, plump Latina ass. My boobs were great, too, enhanced by my push-up bra. He saw me there in my low-cut blouse and pencil skirt, a smile spreading on his lips.
"Another treat?" he asked. "Trying to ruin my dinner."
"Just need a man's opinion," I said, hoping that
this
time he would want to taste more. I had such a delicious pie for him. A tart way better than the one on the plate.
He took it from me and sliced into it with his fork. He took a bite of the pastry and groaned. "Oh, your girls are doing great."
I could hear them giggling in there. They all knew I liked him. That I wanted to be his mistress. But he never looked at me like that. He was a good guy. He wouldn't cheat on his wife, and that made me want him even more.
A faithful guy who could resist me? That was a catch.
He handed me back the plate. I knew he would be heading home to his wife. I fought against my disappointment as he handed me back the plate, only a single bite taken out of the cherry tart. He licked his lips to gather some crumbs.
Maybe tomorrow?
* * *
Ms. Salazar isn't disappointed this time when he hands back the plate. The slice of peach pie that Mr. Stone only took a single bite of has one special ingredient in it. Something to get that libido flowing. She's tired of him ignoring her advances.
She's slipped him an aphrodisiac. A potent one from a seedy shop in the International District that he can't resist. Her girls giggle. They're all in on it. They're all cheering her on and eager for the fun to begin because they all want Mr. Stone, too. The home ec club is serving the most sinful dessert ever.
Ms. Salazar knows what treat a male teacher truly craves: those nubile schoolgirls.
* * *
Ms. Lupita Salazar
I fought my smile as Larry licked his lips and gathered off the crumbs of the peach pie he just ate. I was glad we went with peach pie and not a cherry tart. This was just perfect. He had taken the aphrodisiac. A potent one I got from a Chinese apothecary in the International District near Uwajimaya.
"Oh, wow," he said and fanned his face. Color spread up his neck and across his cheeks. "That's... Wow, that's good."
"Oh?" I asked, noticing his gaze falling down on my breasts. My low-cut blouse and push-up bra were doing their work. My pussy clenched, juices dripping down my thighs. I didn't have on any panties beneath my pencil skirt.
Just my stockings.
"Yeah," he said.
"Mmm, you should try my girls' pies," I purred and stepped back. "Do some taste testing. I have so many treats in here."
He followed me into the home ec lab, his eyes locked on my breasts, but there were other delights for him to enjoy. My girls were moving in with big smiles on their lips. They all wore pleated skirts with tartan patterns. Short A-line skirts that would just draw the eye and their low-cut blouses to show off their youthful charms.
Got you,
I thought.
* * *
Mr. Larry Stone
That peach pie was the best I had ever eaten. I was so hard. My blood boiled as the girls of the home ec class approached me. I thought I was trying out the pie, but the nubile coeds were pressing against me. I shuddered as they rubbed their bodies against mine.
My blood boiled at what they were doing. I sucked in deep breaths, my cheeks on fire. It was insane that they were pressing against me like this, but it was nice. Very nice. My dick throbbed from their bodies quivering against me.
"Girls," I groaned, my eyes flicking from them.
Brunette Donna was on my right, rubbing her small tits into my arm through her thin top. Was she wearing a bra? I could feel her nipples through the fabric. Black-haired Linda with her round boobs was on my other side, her tits rubbing on mine.
"Mmm, Mr. Stone," cooed blonde Zelda. She had a wicked smile as she started unbuttoning my blue dress shirt. "You have to get comfortable for our pie tasting."
